His fingers drifted across my cheek, soft and loving. This was the Jason I lived for, the man who made my heart soar and my existence bearable. His eyes gazed deep into my soul. “You have no idea how remarkable you are, Angel.”
I felt like a filthy liar but his words and kind touch warmed me. I needed this. I needed him for my sanity.
“First I’m strange, and now I’m remarkable? You’re the one who got captured sneaking around on a Gran jumpship. When are you going to tell me the truth about what you were doing when they caught you?” Every time I pressed him about his captivity, he evaded me. I may have secrets, but so did he.
He sighed and hugged me again. “I shouldn’t. It’s not my place to say. Know this; there are admirals in the DC fleet who know about Nugene’s illegal slave trading with the Gran. If I can get back home with proof, we can end all this. It’s all right here on this ship, Angel, all the proof we need to stop this insanity. I wish I could show the Admirals these cells full of genetically engineered worker drones. Earthside media and the Colonies would haul in the entire Defense Council for treason. This operation is a crime against humanity.”
I undid the buttons on his faded old jeans and dipped my fingers into the soft curls of his pubic hair, feeling my way to the thick, warm prize inside. When he spoke with the power of his ideals, he became the sexiest man I’d ever known. I wetted for him as my hand clutched his cock.
“I was sent here, Angel, to investigate. I’ll find us a way out of this shithole. You’ll never have to cater to these Cats again, I promise. Then we’ll testify before the world court and expose their crimes. The liars on the Defense Council who sold out the human race will be held accountable. Someday.”
He helped me slip his jeans down off his lean, hard thighs and bared his wonderfully large cock, which was already half-hard in my hand. This man had enough libido for two men. I helped him strip his shirt off and then lay down on the cool steel bench that served as our bed. I spread my legs for him, waiting for my lover to take me away from this place with the glory of his body joined in mine.
His eyes roved up and down my naked body. I could almost feel the touch of his gaze across my hard nipples and wet thighs. He ran his fingers down my knee to my inner thigh and then gently dipped inside me again. I loved to feel his questing fingers as he found that sensitive place inside me where I needed him most.
As I lifted my hips to meet his hand he smiled. “Someday we’ll be together beside a beautiful crystal blue lake. A picnic with a bottle of red wine. Someday we’ll live the way humans were meant to live, on solid ground.”
“Someday, yes. Today, all I want is you, now.” I pulled on his arm and dug his fingers deeper inside me.
He pulled away from me and slipped his fingers out slowly. He swirled my warm wetness all over my pussy, making sure I was good and ready. He liked to play with me, tease and taste me. I couldn’t get enough of his attention.
Then he stopped.
Breathing hard and fast, I needed him now, but he stood watching me slide off the brink of my orgasm. He moved slow and deliberate, slipping up between my legs to hover over me with that wicked grin. I loved when he looked at me like this, so full of promise, so damn sexy.
I opened wide to greet him. My heels wrapped around his back and I scooted my hips to align with his hard edged thighs. My lover didn’t have an inch of fat on his body, and I truly enjoyed the sleek, muscular feel of him bearing down on me. He pressed into me with a sweet, delicious kiss and his thick cock rubbed my hot, wet entrance in an agonizing glide.
He kissed me harder, deeper, and I moaned into his mouth as I swallowed his tongue. In a second his cock hardened, slipping and sliding in my wetness. I slurped and sucked on his tongue, and my hands pulled his ass, needing more of him, all of him. Inch by fabulous inch he pushed and worked his way inside me and I rose up to meet him.
Even when he gave me hell, Jason made my life worth living.
With his hard love planted deep inside me, his tongue in my mouth, and his strong body crushing me into the steel bench, the world around me faded away to nothing more than Jason. Beautiful, intelligent, loving Jason.
He was not all spite and hatred. He was also wonderfully patient, lavishing endless hours of attention on me. Me alone. I was his world and he was mine. All we had was each other. I wished he loved me as much as I loved and needed him, but it was enough. I could handle the imbalance of our relationship, as long as I had his attention and all the slow, hard, beautiful sex he could give me.
Ironically, my pseudo father, Dr. Pascal D’Anton, had made me sterile, but my sex drive was seemingly endless. I had often wondered why I was incapable of procreation, yet I needed Jason inside me, always.
Maybe it was the liquor…
In addition to appeasing my need for Jason, I somehow found the energy and strength to please Captain Cronin. But no matter what debasement I performed for the Captain, Jason was my passion. He intrigued me from the moment I saw him, even though he hadn’t bathed in days. I looked past the smell to the fascinating, complex man beneath his reddish-brown stubble and shaggy brown hair. I had found someone I could spend the rest of my life with.
Slowly he began to grind his powerful hips down into me, digging in so hard he scooted me up to the back wall of his cell. I pushed off the wall and wiggled my sopping wet sex to seat him in deeper, ever deeper, as deep as I could get it. Jason’s eyes held me entranced. When he stared at me like this I sensed his soul opened wide, bared for me alone. I took all his love, his passion, his seed.
These were the moments I lived for, these peaks of clarity and joy, when I knew I had this man here for me, loving me, pleasing me. I prayed he’d never leave me. I needed him so much. On this ship filled with murderous slave-trading Cats who saw me as nothing more than flesh to be bought, sold and used, Jason was my anchor to sanity.
I once thought I loved a man, Carver Liddell, the Nugene Corporate Liaison to the Gran. I knew now That had only been a convenient affair we kept secret from the residents of Nugene Station. Carver died at the moment he betrayed me and showed his true worth, which had amounted to nothing. In my heart, the memory of Carver was a blank sheet of paper compared to the intricate masterpiece of Jason.
Jason’s slow, deep, grinding thrusts pushed me over the edge and I came for my lover and moaned his name. I gripped his shoulders, convulsing, grinding up to meet him, trying to merge my flesh with his, entwine our souls together as one. His lips descended to my nipple, a lovely sensation in the midst of my climax.
Only one thing missing. “Bite me, Jason! Make it hurt!”
My hands fisted in his hair, I yanked his head down hard and shoved my breast into his teeth. I loved the sting, but it wasn’t enough. He looked up, his gaze questioning to see if this was what I really wanted.
Jason saw the fire in my eyes and was brave enough to play with it. He bit me so hard he drew blood. My pain switch flipped and I soared into the heavens screaming in joy and ecstasy.
Sometime later I floated back down to the steel slab where my lover’s hard body was still heaving atop me. My maker, D’Anton, in his wisdom, had gifted me a number of enhancements he considered crucial to the advancement of the human race. I enjoyed aggressive, rapid healing, increased agility and strength, intense mental acuity, but the one thing D’Anton took away from me was pain.
My pain flipped a switch inside me – an explosion of sheer euphoria. The intent was to allow me to function when severely injured. I didn’t actually feel pain like other people. Pain was my happy place. D’Anton had explained this was a mistake, and I needed to be careful. I could be near death and not know it. I wouldn’t actually feel the extent of my injuries.
I feared admitting this to Jason. To open that discussion would lead to the truth of my birth. Plus, this fact had made many of the doctors on Nugene Station uncomfortable. They even tried to stop me from cutting myself.
But Captain Cronin knew my secret. He’d figured out I can heal fro
m injuries within hours, and he seemed to grasp that I actually enjoyed it.
Jason shifted his weight inside me and lifted up to look in my eyes. Drunk on liquor, sex and pain, my vision blurred and then settled on his worried face.
“Look. Look what you made me do … I hurt you.”
“Shh … It’s okay.” I was giggling, happy as can be. “I’ll be fine. I like it. I love it!”
His face squished up in confusion and I ran my fingers down over the sharp lines of his jaw with all those delightfully prickly stubbles. “I wanted it, Jason. It’s okay.”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“Not for long.”
He harrumphed and slid off to the side of me. I turned to him and buried my face in his neck, loving the scent of our sex on his skin. “I love you, Jason. A little pain is nothing compared to how good you make me feel.”
Back on Nugene Station, I’d never had to explain my peculiar condition to anyone. The doctors knew about it, Carver knew, and D’Anton was always trying to caution me about it. I’d never encountered anyone who didn’t already know how special I was. I suspected that these small differences might be a very big deal to anyone else. If what Jason said was true, Nugene Station was operating in secret, illegally. Which made me illegal, a product of a corrupt system.
I settled in to sleep in Jason’s strong arms, praying that the outside world would never find out about my peculiarities, that I might never need to explain these things to the man I loved.
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